Release The Stars

The brilliant modern songwriter Rufus Wainwright creates a blend of elegance and emotional content on this glorious album.

We should be listening to The Black and White Album right...

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The Wainwright stuff

This Boy's Life

Visionary singer-songwriter Rufus Wainwright has built up a loyal cult following for his epic tales of love, lost and unrequited. But as he admits himself, that’s only half the story. “Usually interviewers are obsessed with one thing or the other ­­– whether it’s the gay thing or the drugs or the politics,” he tells an intrigued Phil Udell.

Want Two

The flamboyant torch songs of Rufus Wainwright feel like jetsam from a dazzling alternative reality.
In Wainwright’s rococo otherworld, Busby Berkeley and Tin Pan Alley cast a languorous and lingering shadow. Overwrought emotion is respected artistic currency. And the Golden Age of Hollywood – the era of high-camp and brash musicals – abides in perpetuity.

Rufus Wainwright announces Irish dates

Live At Vicar St, Dublin

Wainwright reels the audience in with his vulnerable, tragic songwriting, then makes his moist-eyed audience howl when he exclaims that he never much fancied the bloke for whom his songs were written anyway (“he wasn’t much into boys…but he did like singers,” he muses slyly).

Rufus Wainright to return to Dublin

Want One

I wouldn’t fancy being a mate of Rufus Wainwright’s. Not that the songwriter seems particularly unfriendly or unfeeling – quite the opposite. It’s just that you’d constantly be worried that anything you did or said to him could end up as a song.